Put that brain on a leash!

I've never lost my mind...it just keeps running away from me.

Big feet make you alien-esque.

Today was a great day. However there's one thing that stood out more than anything, and it's not the thing that all my friends would expect me to say. In yoga today we were doing very relaxing floor poses. One pose, that I believe is called cobbler or something of the sorts, has us with our feet pressed firmly together. We're supposed to practice our posture while we focus on opening our hips. Well, I could focus on neither. As I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes, I noticed that my left foot is substantially over sized in comparison to my right. Yeah, yeah everyone has one foot bigger than the other, but one foot that is possibly more than a whole shoe size bigger? It's disgusting if you ask me, but you wouldn't have to because I'm telling you before you asked. Perhaps this is all said in vain. Or perhaps I am a martian. Yeah, I'll go with that one. I'm a martian.

Cereal

I was abnormally focused on my granola just now. The Adventures of Pete and Pete are on and I couldn't even concentrate on it because I was so fixated on my cereal. I stared at every spoonfull, analyzing it for a half second before eating it. I stirred it around my bowl with my spoon, watching the clusters spin around. What does all this mean. Nothing. I'm just fucking crazy. :D

I'd like to try out solitary confinement.

It's quite possible that I have an addiction to people. I love loving them. I love laughing at them. I love talking to them. I love crying with them. I just love them. And quite frankly I'm tired of it. If I didn't think I would commit suicide by secluding myself into solitude I would do it in a heartbeat. I just like living way to much to kill myself. Therefore I cannot be alone, even when I want to be................Could someone shut the fucking lights off?

No one knows anything about insanity until they have experienced what myself and Christoper Allen Zuhlke went through tonight. Ten straight hours of jigsaw puzzle mastery. We half danced to techno music, yelled at David, screamed "woo" every ten seconds, laughed at rapists, laughed at bitches who lie about being raped by non-rapists, unspokenly got married, got divorced, became old, became young, yelled at David again, and then finally rejoiced in hugs at the completion of the puzzle: an infinite sea of cut up blue and tigers disappearing and running in air. I never want anyone to speak to me about how ridiculous their uncle "blank" is. Or what their grandmother said at Thanksgiving until someone has gone through this exact cycle plus the extras that I didn't include, and end it with the success of a complete jigsaw puzzle threatening to shit on it. If this wouldn't drive you to the break of insanity, you are already insane.

A peak inside a normal crazy person

What the fuck is normal? Apparently I am what defines normal because I am normal. But that's crazy. I'm actually crazy because I think I'm normal. And it's crazy that I think I'm normal and don't like it. AND I'm crazy because I think I know what normal is. Only normal people know what normal is, and I'm not actually normal. Therefore I'm crazy. All crazy people define what normal is when we are not normal ourselves, and that's what makes us crazy.